I was standing there, hot water streaming over my bald head (something I admit I will miss once my hair grows back), thinking about the meeting I am attending this morning. Next thing I knew I was standing in the back yard, visualizing the St. John’s wort that grows in the grasses of my meadow.
One peculiar side effect of chemo is that my skin is more susceptible to heat. When I woke up, my forearms were red. So I knew I’d been in the shower for a while.
But didn’t remember the flow of my thoughts. Just the flow of the water.